equal justice for rich and poor? You find warmth
in the church, but none in the home? Warmth in
imagining the cloud glories of heaven, but none in
creating substantial glories on earth?’ All
inspiration’? If you want inspiration to
feeling, to sentiment, perhaps you had better keep
to your Bible and your creeds; if you want inspiration
to work, go and walk through the East of London, or
the back streets of Manchester. You are inspired
to tenderness as you gaze at the wounds of Jesus,
dead in Judaea long ago, and find no inspiration in
the wounds of men and women, dying in the England of
to-day? You ‘have tears to shed for Him,’
but none for the sufferer at your doors? His
passion arouses your sympathies, but you see no pathos
in the passion of the poor? Duty is colder than
‘filial obedience’? What do you mean
by filial obedience? Obedience to your ideal of
goodness and love—is it not so? Then
how is duty cold? I offer you ideals for your
homage: here is Truth for your Mistress, to whose
exaltation you shall devote your intellect; here is
Freedom for your General, for whose triumph you shall
fight; here is Love for your Inspirer, who shall influence
your every thought; here is Man for your Master—not
in heaven, but on earth—to whose service
you shall consecrate every faculty of your being.
’Inexorable law in the place of God’?
Yes; a stern certainty that you shall not waste your
life, yet gather a rich reward at the close; that
you shall not sow misery, yet reap gladness; that
you shall not be selfish, yet be crowned with love;
nor shall you sin, yet find safety in repentance.
True, our creed
is a stern one, stern with
the beautiful sternness of Nature. But if we
be in the right, look to yourselves; laws do not check
their action for your ignorance; fire will not cease
to scorch, because you ‘did not know.’"[17]
With equal vigour did I maintain that “virtue
was its own reward,” and that payment on the
other side of the grave was unnecessary as an incentive
to right living. “What shall we say to Miss
Cobbe’s contention that duty will ‘grow
grey and cold’ without God and immortality?
Yes, for those with whom duty is a matter of selfish
calculation, and who are virtuous only because they
look for a ’golden crown’ in payment on
the other side the grave. Those of us who find
joy in right-doing, who work because work is useful
to our fellows, who live well because in such living
we pay our contribution to the world’s wealth,
leaving earth richer than we found it—we
need no paltry payment after death for our life’s
labour, for in that labour is its own ‘exceeding
great reward.’"[18] But did any one yearn for
immortality, that “not all of me shall die”?
“Is it true that Atheism has no immortality?
What is true immortality? Is Beethoven’s
true immortality in his continued personal consciousness,
or in his glorious music deathless while the world
endures? Is Shelley’s true life in his
existence in some far-off heaven, or in the pulsing